Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
When he said pages, I assumed it was one or two because there could only be so many kinks, right?
Wrong.
Six pages with two columns each of options.
Holy shit.
“After the other night, I am assuming that you are okay with adding sexual activities between us.”
I bit back the desperate yes that sat at the edge of my lips and weighed my options. If I kept it to spanking, then I would be able to retain some form of control over the situation. I would know what to expect.
But that went against the reason I agreed in the first place: to let go of control. Add in the exciting thrill of anticipation I experienced at the club, and I knew I wanted more than spanking. I needed it. I needed more of what happened in the car.
Not wanting him to see how desperate I felt, I gave him a cold glance. “And if I decide to keep it to just spanking?”
His eyes narrowed. “If you turn to page three, you’ll find spanking in the right column with a diverse selection,” he informed calmly. “However, I think it would inhibit the process. You might not be able to achieve the goals we talked about.”
I counted to three. “Okay then. Let’s discuss our options.”
He gestured back to the list with a twitch of his lips. A silent invitation to view the selections and decide where we started first.
I tucked my chin to my chest to hide my wide-eyed reaction to some of the items. They started out simple, but then broke down into sub-categories. Anal had boxes that asked me if I was open to food or fisting.
Food?
I skipped that one.
He silently placed a pen atop the paper, and I took it, marking off the easy ones first. Having him sit there and watch made the process unnerving. “Do I have to go through them all now?” I asked without looking up.
“No, but you can answer as many as you want now.”
I hummed and scanned the list, releasing the tension that my own time restrictions created. As I went, I realized that I was open to most of the options but lacking a hell of a lot of experience.
“Sharing?” I asked, looking up. He lounged in the corner of the couch, watching me like he had all the time in the world. “Does that mean like a threesome?”
“Possibly. Or allow other people to partake in our times together based on my control. And the guidelines we negotiate for an encounter.”
I nodded, surprised by finding fewer sub-categories than I expected for that option.
“I could have added another three pages to the list if I tried to include every option of sharing. I added blank lines underneath each section for you to add anything. However, most scenes will be discussed beforehand. So we’re able to identify expectations, limits, and other options before we begin.”
Again, I nodded, dropping my gaze to hide the warmth seeping into my cheeks when I thought of the possibilities. My pen hovered over the boxes, trying to decide between marking willing to experience and curious about. I’d never considered being with more than one person before, especially after my ex. But imagining it with Lucian in control excited me.
“During our time together, we will use the color system for our safe words: red, yellow, and green. Green means you’re good. Yellow means we slow down and talk, and red means no. It’s important that you don’t abuse yellow to gain a sense of control. However, if you ever feel uncomfortable, just say so and we will stop to talk. Especially, as it seems, you have very few hard limits.” He gestured to the list. “I assume it’s because you’ve never tested how far you’re willing to go for pleasure. But, trust me, Aspen, I plan to find out.”
He purred the words like a seductive promise that slid down my spine to my core. Before, I might have taken the deep tone as a threat, but thrilling excitement burned away any doubts.
By the end of the list, adrenaline pushed me to finish right then and there. I made impulse checks of either no or willing to discuss before flipping to the final page to skim the rest and signing my name.
With a sigh, I rested the papers on my lap and slowly looked up to find his expressionless face and burning eyes. The contrast between the icy heat had me jerking my gaze around the office, looking for a distraction.
The office.
Of my business.
Except it wasn’t my business. Not yet.
The thought jarred me out of my anticipatory haze—reminding me to not forget reality. “I still plan on getting majority shares and taking this company out from under you completely,” I blurted.
“Oh, princess.” He smirked slowly. “You can try.”
I matched his arrogance with a cold glare of my own.